A Long Moonlight Sonata

The mouth yellows with each puff,

Sun.

Hello my darling 

Spectacle in the sky,

So bright and bulbous,

Staring straight into my eyes

Burning them to the cornea,

Where light sticks

And never wanders,

Burned to a land so deep

All cells are destroyed in an instant,

A powerful force 

With mighty intentions

Flowing vastly,

The destroyer

Ends,

So it shall be reborn anew,

And in it's new life

It shall succeed. 

Freedom to Me

Freaky motions radiate from limbs

Remember the first dream you had

Embrace your soul

Entangle with other’s souls

Dance to the beat of your own drum

Out of the box

Marvel at the world with new eyes. 

I am the Fat Girl

I linger on,

Lonely as the fat girl

I once used to be,

Residing in trapped feelings,

Leading me to the bottom

Of the Atlantic Ocean,

My weight sinks me to the

Floor, where fish

Stare at my alien being,

I belong nowhere

That I can see,

I am the fat girl

Drowning

For lack of other’s sympathy.

The Consummation of Letters

XYZ,

Got it to a T,

No room for P

Since A walked through me,

Letters and letters

Flow by in a

Constant rush in O’s

Round and round they turn

Until N amount of words

Are made,

A mad rush for the finish and

Who takes the win but

U.

Rotting Fruit on the Table of the Deserted House

The mountains are growing

Vastly toward the open sky,

Their peaks unexposed,

For the meddlesome clouds

Cover them thickly,

Your soul has gone to rest

In the midst of those clouds,

I cannot see your light anymore,

You have faded into the next

Dimension,

I have failed you;

Daylight shines my way no longer,

I am shut away form the world

Because you drifted away,

I can no longer go this way,

I--------------am--------dro---w—ni—in---ing

Away from all l---ov---ve.

Rotting away in my own self pity,

Your spell of eternal life has been

Cast away,

This numb corpse will

Wait through hours of torture,

Hoping to one day decay and

Fly home to you.

The Sitting Strut

My back hurts from sitting this way for so long, I am so tired of looking at this and reading that, all is the same anyways, learning is overrated, and drinking is too often a habit I turn to after a long day. Don’t look into my eyes, for their redness reflects my inebriation, a long drawn fact I try so hard to hide, but truth be told, my eyes expose all that I hide. I can’t see straight without a drug inside of me, I listen for a divine intervention and hear the sounds of people laughing and calling my name, carelessly they grab me from my concentration and bring me back to this state I’ve always known, a state I was born into and will surely die from.

this this and that.

All these people come and go

As they please,

No concern to smile or frown,

We walk blankly by,

Eating our insides with our looks,

Nothing is go-lucky,

Seriously down trodden,

I walk by

With the gloom of the day

Washed plainly over my face

The Calling of the Brave Hearts

I shall remain stolid

In my mind's own state,

Saddened by this world’ s requirements,

The incredible loss of soul

Reigns true this coming day,

Hell has unleashed itself

Upon this Earth

Through man’s selfishness,

His disillusionment amazes me,

As does the populace’s

Convincible thoughts,

I am angered by man-

His sly antics trouble

The good of humankind,

Do not be fooled by false preachers,

Their eloquence slurs evil into

The hearts of the innocent,

I will not be haggard into

Evil propaganda,

My mind has been made to

Rebel against them-

To rage a war for the freedom of this race.

Seasons Never Seem to Change

The sky grows dark,

Gray clouds close in

Over the heads of the

People below,

Winds blow cold air

Throughout this land,

Depressing yet

Glorious weather mastery,

Spring mercilessly

Turns to Winter,

Refusing the rightful season

To its refugees;

A long haul awaits the

Inhibitors of the world,

Since the sun declines to shine;

A warning signals them to

Heed the mournful cry from above,

Their hands define whether or not

Normalcy shall prevail. 

What is Heard through Melodies

Instrumentals ramble on forever,

Expressing the ways of this world

And all the emotions harbored

In those that posses a soul;

Speak so elegantly

To these beings,

Tell them how it once was,

How it still subsists;

The beauty of these sounds

Cause tears to fall

Down the cheeks of the faithful,

Transporting them to a residence of

Absolution and fantasy,

Where anything is possible,

It is here they lodge,

Forgetting the pain reality begets

Their solemn hearts,

A collaboration of dreamers

Searching aimlessly through

Invisible substance for

Their souls’ purpose. 

I Shall Forever Wait for the Night

Oh darling night,

Dawn on me with

Magical force,

I wait for you

To seize my soul

Invariably,

You are my escape,

The sole reason for my survival

Each day;

My beloved darkness,

Fill me with your colour

Black,

So that I may hold

Reality sanely,

Enter my eyes-

The windows to my soul,

Capture all that I Am in

Your fantastical wonder,

I shall wait for your arrest

Every day of my wretched life;

My infinite vixen

Marvel within my being,

Set me free with wisdom

So that I may be competent enough to

Accept your Grandness.

The Rapture of Knowledge

Thine mouth of knowledge

Pour yourself through me,

Inside and out,

Your rapture intoxicates my veins,

So that only you occupy my mind;

I hear your voice

Concisely and follow

Your words

Fluidly;

Thine erudition

Erupts any previous

Sensible conception of life,

I dwell in the endless possibility

You have exposed to my intellect,

I cry tears of thanks

Only to you

Beloved truth,

The reason I exist at all. 

Scott's Riddle

Riddle

What has green-blue wrapping paper and is tied with black and white-stripped ribbon?

You’re sitting on it.

The earth.

 

Jack and the Bean Stalk's After Math.

The colours swirl

Into bean poles,

Grand bean stalks,

Towering over the land,

Soaring way up high

Into the sky,

Where Jack

Killed the giant;

The castle,

It still stands,

Tall and mighty

Marinating in it’s own elegance,

This castle is mine to

Reign

Infinitely, 

With which

Jack’s curiosity

Turned into

A greedy vengeance,

Enabling

The existence of this

Grandness. 

Death Becomes Her

Oh thine aching heart

Such painful jabs

Awaken feeling inside of me,

Agonizing,

Tearing,

Clouding,

Death becomes

Her.  

Another Aching Memory

I miss you

More than you can imagine.

My heart aches to know

Yours feels the same way,

I want to be held

In your strong arms,

And loved forever and ever.

I am screaming at the

Top of my lungs

For salvation from

This terrible fast,

My nutrition is depleting

And lungs are giving out.

I miss you,

I need you,

I love you.

Anxiety Attack

Power is weaning,

Body slumped forward,

Knees to neck,

Arms around legs,

Rocking back

And forth

A baby,

Frightened for it’s life,

Alone and scared,

It cries;

Yet no one hears

Since it is all alone

In it’s own emptiness,

A wasted life this pitiful creature,

And this is how it shall forever remain. 

 

 

Heeding the Media

The media is

Full of shit,

They leave out 

All important 

Information 

And fill the voids

With local crap

They think people want to see,

The most helpful is the weather

Which is usually incorrect, 

I am so fed up with the media,

But people seem to be placated 

By the stupid ass media at hand,

Go frolic in lies,

And dwell in mudslinging

You race of shallow beings. 

I STINK

A new post,

So raise a toast, 

My body will roast 

Unlike most

I will not boast

About life

And the stupid wives

Cut my throat with a knife

I am done with this living

It creates stupidity within my innocent mind,

Nothing left to die for

I am exposed to the white of my bone,

My soul aches 

For vengeance of greedy people 

And heartbreakers;

But I have given up,

My staff has fallen on the sand

Under my feet

And I am tired,

For all my efforts 

Fail helplessly. 

Is My Downfall, Our Downfall?

I no like

What this is,

What we've become 

I no like

Nothing 

Of the sort,

These women 

Doting on you

Running from left and right

Trying to take your heart,

I hope to overpower them,

I hope to overpower myself 

And my physical needs,

I hope to please you

Mentally,

Because I no like

What I have become

And because of this,

I no like what we've become. 

Thoughts of This

Why does my heart hurt so,

Even though

You say 

You love me,

Why are we so distant

Even when the miles 

Are compacted? 

I see little light 

At the end of this tunnel, 

You're making it darker as 

The farther I walk 

Toward you,

Why do you make this

Relationship so difficult,

Better yet,

Why do I?

Ko.

The space between 

Fun and work

Draws a fine line

Under my conciousness,

Accumulating into an uncaring

Competency; Gone gone gone

Into this world of my own,

My body remains at it's location 

But my mind wanders

Into randomness

Flying over the stadium,

En los jugadores,

I love these games

Different in all plains,

Charged in positivity

Brought down by negativity 

And now I remain neutral,

In this state. 

Swank

My mind equals blank

Since you rand me over with a tank

Of beer top rank

And smoked me out with some of your famous dank,

All there is left is a vacant

Body housing someone named Frank,

he fell off a boat and sank

Into my body's soul bank,

It is all a bit wank

But when you're me all is blank. 

Losing to Rhyme and Sorts

I am at a loss

Amongst the moss

That they did toss

Off Ross,

It forms a cross

Around my body's vase,

Floating around in this moss sauce

I wished I was everyone's boss;

But I am no boss,

Simply at a terrible loss. 

The Puzzle Piece Is Not Fitting

I am comfortably excited 

In your plain sight,

No cracks in my soul 

That you can see in my eyes,

Plain perfection, 

You want me to be,

You think me to be,

Would it kill you if you discovered I am not?

Why are you with me,

Am I perfect from your point of view?

What you see,

I cannot,

Nothing makes sense

In your wiry mind,

I can't figure you out

Any which way

I put the puzzle together. 

Unsaved Souls

Dancing prairie wolves

Float into the air,

And I stare

At their incandescent beauty;

They soar into the sky,

Gray and cloudy,

Searching for their prey,

Surrounding our head 

They spot a target,

A lost soul up above,

Alone and exposed;

They prepare to attack 

Slyly and precisely,

Attacking her from behind

The first bite is a catch,

Their golden teeth sink deeply inside,

Viciously tear her apart;

A grand spectacle of survival,

Thanked by a solemn tear,

The meal is devoured.  

Her Last Cancer Stick in the Box

A single smoke left in 

Her black pack,

A feeling of sadness

Lingers momentarily, 

The last is always a pity,

For it signals the End;

She pulls it out 

Hesitantly,

Puts the white device 

Against her red lips,

Craving it 

Unlit for a second,

Lighting it without words

She inhales longingly

And slowly,

Savoring each breadth of death;

This last chance is more fulfilling

Than the first,

Until the potent taste of filter

Taints her mouth,

Holding the tobacco-filled stick to her eyes,

She sees it is finished and 

Proceeds to 

Flick it far West,

The stick sets into the night,

Disappearing for the day. 

The Plead that Ends with a Goodbye

Disarm

Yourself from all this harm,

Cuts on your left leg

Beckon

Death to cut your throat,

Nothing exists that you once wrote,

Your soul has

Finally taken it's toll,

Depressed with

Insolence, 

Your life fades 

As your mind wades

Into a deep pit 

That sucks matter into 

A dry fit,

Goodbye cruel world,

I am dead to you. 

What Shall the World Come to in the End?

I hath see many lives 

Turn to waste

Where pencil meets paper

And pipe greets mouth,

The eyes see no end of the

Long tunnel ahead,

Afraid to wander any further

Less a black hole come to be;

I hath seen many lives

Turn to waste

Where words meet tongue 

And ears greet silence,

There is no love,

Nor peace;

Hatred reigns true 

Throughout the land,

Kindness has turned to turmoil, 

Horse shit hath hit the fan,

No good remains;

Evil rules the Earth for

The war is won,

Unfair or not, 

And the victors stand proud,

Reveling in their bastard glory. 

The Divine Lay Under Our Feet

Dirt accumulates 

On the bottoms of

Shoeless feet,

Vehicles whisk by

Bestowing wonderful

Nitrogen, Carbon Dioxide and

Oxygen

Upon the fruitless land,

Walking by them,

Breathing their exhaust,

Basking in the ambiance of

Colored robots

Gliding by;

Dirt accumulates

On the surface of

Unwashed skin,

Cold and brown

It sees all climates

And feels no pain:

Rain,

Snow,

Wind

Or shine,

It survives-

Dark from the places 

It has been;

Dirt spreads over

Open eyes,

Piercing them blindly,

They can see no beauty,

A dark world becomes home,

Fear of sight leaves the blinded

For dirt has healed

All concern by

Masking it in a layer of divine 

Earth.   

Oh Holed Tears of the Heart

Oh thine 

Aching heart,

Such painful jabs

Awaken a feeling

Inside of me;

Agonizingly bothersome

To the once-peaceful 

Place

Are the shards 

Sticking it

Mercilessly;

To cry or yelp

Does no good,

Each noise 

Deepens the wounds;

A slow process 

Toward death

Hath this become,

Unyielding authority 

Fills thine heart;

Such is the depth of this,

Damage is not visible 

By the naked eye;

Silently bearing a

Burden so great,

One is humbled 

In every life aspect;

This ubiquitous nuisance 

Causes such grief to

Thine soul;

No cure is to be found

For this disease

Of the heart,

Seeping through 

Thine blood, it 

Overtakes 

Beauty,

Generating an

Unstoppable 

Decay 

Of the

Living dead. 

Distance is Painful

I miss you

More than you can imagine;

My heart aches to know

Yours feels the same way;

I want to be held

In your strong arms,

And loved forever and ever;

I am screaming at the

Top of my lungs

For salvation from

This terrible fast,

My nutrition is depleting

And lungs are giving out.

I miss you,

I need you,

I love you;

Please return to me. 

The Day the Wrong Creature was Born

Power is weaning,

Body slumped forward,

Knees to neck,

Arms around legs,

Rocking back

And forth

A baby,

Frightened for it’s life,

Alone and scared,

It cries;

Yet no one hears

Since it is all alone

In it’s own emptiness,

A wasted life this pitiful creature

Lives,

Born into it's own death,

Caught in the midst of transfiguration

It's confused body stays in the 

World it was never meant to be

Born into. 

untitled A

Blood drips down
My broken head
Brains squish onto
The dark wood floors
Red fills my body
Poisoning me to my death
A slow drip toward
Destiny leaks over my numbing corpse
Trickling down my spine
A crack,
Left limp over the
Scarlet chair
Rotting until the end of time.